-Sienna-

That Tuesday changed the air between us.

The shower steam was still clinging to my skin when I stepped into the hallway, wrapped in a towel, hair dripping down my back. I was halfway to my room when his door opened.

He stepped out. Shirtless.

I froze.

He didn’t. He walked toward me like the hallway wasn’t narrow, like my bare shoulders and wet hair didn’t register as something to avoid.

“Is there a problem?” he asked, voice low.

I shook my head. “No.”

His gaze moved over me, slow enough to make my pulse stumble. “You sure?”

“Yes.” My voice cracked.

He stopped just close enough that I...